Getting people to come to this one was easy: they wanted to see Jacob, just nine days old.All three of our kids' birthdays fell in less than a three-w...ek span. Given that we are homo sapiens, I discounted an annual cycle and chalked it up to chance. It was attended by relatives, neighbors and friends.Alexander and Melinda each had their own parties with their own friends. He was five and had an idea who his friends were, but we still assisted three-year-old Melinda with picking hers.They each. She looked so elegant and yet so very dirty.On a hanger was a respectable bold polka-dot dress. Its length would hide the lewdity of her lingerie. The probity of her exterior would make the contrast of what she wore underneath even more shocking.Picking up her keys, she put them in her shoulder bag. With a slam of the back door, she left to find her quarry.-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-The high-pitched crackle of the welding gun filled the barn with electric blue light. Standing over the metal frame. I cum hard on a man's cock when he tells me he's going to cum. I need to know when he is going to cum. It tells me I've completed my task and I've milked his cock to completion with my pussy.I cum hard thinking that even if I asked him at the last second to pull out, he wouldn't be able to pull out of me in time, his primal desire to fill me has taken him over, and he will press down and shove his cock as deep as he can in me as he explodes. I have won, I have turned him on to the point where. I loved pissing in a woman’s mouth. A sex slaves willing mouth. My mother drank my piss, moaning around my cock. The stimulation added to the delight of urinating. It was over far, far too fast. The last urine was flooding into her. A shiver ran through me as the stream petered out in a few spurts.She sucked hard, drawing out the last of it. She moaned, her hands gripping my thighs. Her tongue prodded at my slit like she was trying to work out the last of the urine trapped in my urethra. Then.